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Brent Nicholson

Aleksander Solzhenitsyn once said: "Someone that you have deprived of everything is no longer in your power. He is once again entirely free." Well, do you see how that panned out for me?

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a character in “Sleeping Sanity”, as played by Call me Joel

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File of: BRENT AUBREY NICHOLSON

      Full Name: Brent Aubrey Nicholson
      Alternates: None. He insists that he does not want to be called anything but Brent. Despite this, the other inmates seem to have taken to calling him Sparks, Sparky, or any variation thereof; this, apparently, annoys him to no end, and provides much amusement to the guards.
      Age: 21
      Cell block: D




      Power: The ability to manipulate electricity. He uses it either as a defense mechanism or to communicate with technology (to facilitate his programming).
      True Potential power: An uncontrolled blast of electricity. The results are unpleasant.

      Length of Prison Stay: He entered the compound seventeen days ago, but was only recently released from the infirmary, as noted above.

        Any of the following will elicit a strong reaction from him. Use as needed for reinforcement and discipline. This knowledge can and should be utilized accordingly.
        Positive: Brent has expressed an inclination towards constant mental activity, with math problems and programming being his main entertainment of choice. Caffeine -- It ought to be noted that he'll do anything for a fix.
        Negative: He shows an obvious distaste for boredom and being manipulated. He also suffers from intense withdrawals and, to put it lightly, dislikes them.
      Basic Personality:Upon first meeting Brent, one notices his fast tongue immediately. He can, and will, talk at a furious pace, much to his companion's dismay. After a few minutes, one then realizes he crosses all sorts of social boundaries with an offhanded attitude, either as if he doesn't realize he is saying something rude, or he simply doesn't care. His blunt and rude first impression leaves many with a foul taste in their mouth and a spinning head, but those that stay despite this learn that not only is he hyper, but he has a sharp mind to boot. He is perfectly happy with the knowledge that he is brilliant enough to talk circles around most of his peers, but he doesn't need to consciously validate this-- he does so much without realizing it half the time. His single most defining characteristic would be his ability to swing between distant and pensive to overly curious and, for lack of a better word, annoying. Brent is selfish. Not in the "oh, I'm so selfless I'm selfish" altruistic way, but rather the "Oh, you're drowning? What's in it for me?" He makes it a point to be certain that he isn't going to be gypped, and that he'll walk away with something for his trouble.

      General Appearance: Brent has naturally blond hair, but he dyes it neon green. He stands around 6'1", or 185 cm for the rest of the world, weighs about 168 lbs, or again for everyone else in the world, 76 kg or 12 stone. He has lean muscles, a v-shaped torso, and has a body type quite similar to a swimmer's. His hair is shaggy and medium length, ending around his ears. He typically looks disheveled and unkempt, but as clean he as possibly can.


        Biography: Seemingly happy family. As he puts it: "Greedy parents Jane and Miles, the exploited genius eldest son Nick, and the purposefully mediocre genius younger son, moi." Life went on for years until-- Nick killed himself, Miles and Jane slipped into depressed, and Brent went with the show and dance for the remainder of his years at home (six years, eight months, thirteen days.) Upon leaving the house, he lived on the streets for three years. On the day of his arrest, two police officers respectfully pulled him aside to explain the situation. Calmly of course. He resisted arrest, and so the cops exercised their right to more forceful means of restraining him. He spent the next week in the prison infirmary with a concussion, two fractured ribs, and a black eye. Now he's just been released.

So begins...

Brent Nicholson's Story

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Location: D block
Time: 19:44
Date: June 19


He'd spent seven days in that hospital bed. Seven days spent lying there and staring at either the too-white cork-board ceiling or the stream of patients (inmates?) that arrived half dead and left only a quarter dead. Seven days of blinding agony because not only was he in the beginning stages of withdrawal, but also without the aid of even a couple Tylenol. Nothing. He'd had to lay there and stare up at the ceiling as auras swam across his pain-blurred vision. He was certain he'd been a screamer.

But the first time he'd stood up on his own two feet again, it was freedom at last. Granted, that freedom was cut short when he fell forward and smacked his shins and palms (but thankfully not his head) on the cold tile, but it was freedom nonetheless. To realize he was still in prison was horrifically depressing. He had never made the connection, having been too distracted by his torturous aches and injuries.

Then he'd walked numbly back to his cell and just sat there. Then he had been forced into interacting with the other inmates. Now that release was exactly ten days ago, he was mostly over it and mostly back to his old ways, thanks to the guards' insitence that he integrate himself.

Suddenly, a guard shook his shoulder, not at all careful as to how such a movement would jostle his still sore ribs, and he took the cue. Brent stood up and made his way down the hallways. Ten days, and already he was conditioned.

Location: Exercise Area
Time: 19:48
Date: June 19


Most of the time he stayed away from the mess hall because he had better things on his mind than food, but the exercise time was a non-negotiable obligation. Probably so they'll-- we'll-- put up a good sport, he thought with a dark edge of mirth.

And then: "Heya, Sparks!"

Despite himself, he found his eyes darting over to the basketball court. With a grunt he walked pointedly in the other direction.

No can do, seeing a guard stood in his way. He frowned and wondered if he'd get hit in the mouth for daring to speak with one of them. After weighing the pros and cons briefly, he decided against it, for now, because he really hated that god-awful infirmary. Instead Brent ambled over to the inmate who'd called out to him. Basketball, he could do that right, they wanted to know.

He replied yes. The ball came his way, he caught it, and they began to play.

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Location: Exercise Area
Time: 20:37
Date: June 19


Brent heard but did not see the brilliant light show that ate up the other mutant. Or at least he told himself that, ignoring the fact that he had turned whiter than a ghost and his grip was ever tightening on the ball. He only snapped out of it when the force he was applying to the sides of the ball forced it to leap out of his hands. He stared, dumbfound, at his now empty hands.

Normally he’d be interested, he’d want to pester and bother this anomaly, or any anomaly thus far, but he was appreciating the way his heart kept beating and how his brain still functioned. He didn't want to end up a corpse; not yet at least. Maybe another day, then he’ll provoke that proverbial lion, but not today.

Behind him, he heard a guard getting rough violent -- oh who was he kidding? -- downright lethal with an inmate. He winced as the guard emptied his magazine into the mutant‘s body. Yep, definitely not today. There’s always tomorrow…

“You shouldn't be so shocked, mate,” one man whispered in his ear. “Weren't you the fellow who got stuck in the med ward for a week?”

Brent grunted, saying neither yes nor no, and walked away from the crowd of basketball players.

He was more than content to leave without another word, but the sight of a guard, one who was obviously of a superior caliber than the others, sent him back. He walked aimlessly around, hoping that he wouldn't run into anyone else. He'd forgotten that he couldn't return inside until 10:30.

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Quartermaster Adion Volf
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Location: Guards Barracks
June 20th, 2013 6:01AM


Adion slid out of his cot. Another day in the life of a secret super soldier. The rest of the guards didn't need to wake for another half hour, but Adion like to look around the complex before everyone woke up. So he spent the next 10 minutes putting on his armor and getting his mask on just right. Adion then locked his locker, exited the barracks and began his walk along the wall.

Location: Cell Block D
June 20th, 2013 8:30AM


It was wake up time, and all the mutants were running around in their cells so that they didn't miss breakfast. One particular mutant was refusing the wake up call of the guards. One guard decided to do something that could be dangerous. "Wake your ass up, Sparks." screamed the guard until Brent woke up. Adion knew one thing, mutants do not often like to be called nicknames because of their powers. And from the description of this ones arrest, that could lead to quite the ending.

Now Adion was just waiting for Brent to do exactly what Adion wanted to do. What's the worst that would happen to the mutant, go to a worse prison block. He hadn't even made any friends yet, so that would not likely be a problem. Or Adion might be able to use him in the battle royals. This one may have prospect, but Adion had yet to see.

Notes:Another one down, another one down, another one bites the dust!

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Location: Cell Block D
Time: 08:31
Date: June 20


Screaming, hollering, speaking, whispering -- all the same to him as he lay on the bed, caught in the midst of sleep and consciousness. All four actions were dictated as important by merely the human desire for communication. All they really were, to the ears, were vibrations produced by the diaphragm pushing bursts of air through either taunt and relaxed vocal cords at predetermined velocities and strengths. The ears then transformed these vibrations of varying frequencies to what the human brain can recognize as noise.

And as the urge to shove a hot metal rod down the owner of this diaphragm, the one that now produced very unappealing screams that disrupted his sleep, did not pass, he grunted and flung the sheets off him.

"What?" Brent snapped. Then he caught a glimpse of who was interrupting his slumber. He chuckled mirthlessly and gave the guard his best shit-eating smile. "Morning, is it?" He turned his head to the side, but kept the man in his gaze. "Don't see you waking up the inmates around here too often. Demotion, or simply a desire for a change of pace?"

I'm going to die here, he thought, almost hysterically calm (he found out that evidently that it was possible). And still he grinned at the guard.

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Location: Cell Block D
June 20th, 2013 8:32AM


Adion stood back, waiting for the guard to become toast. He didn't know the power of this new mutant, but to underestimate one is the greatest way to die here. The guard on the other hand was just enjoying the fact that he had power and seeming to think that he was invincible. "What's wrong sparks? Why did you need me to come wake you, huh? You have some sleeping troubles there, sparky?" taunted the guard. By this point, the only thing that Adion paid attention to with the guard was the fact that he kept on taunting. Adion looked at the mutant with a nob that symbolized that Adion didn't care if the taunting guard died.

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Location: Cell Block D
Time: 08:33
Date: June 20


"No, I'm genuinely curious. I tend to be that way. So, do you typically go door to door, like some travelling salesman, only selling bullets and bruises, not bibles and vacuums?" His grin twisted and he gave a mock lewd glance. Brent purred, "Or am I special?" He stepped forward, his arm brushing against the heckling guard's as he passed.

Pointedly, he ignored the senior officer's nod. It was obviously meant to inform him that he was allowed to do something, but he couldn't fathom what. He took it as 'take this inch and run a mile, being sure to annoy anyone you want as much as you wish' even though he figured that was as far off base as he could get.

"Are you my, ahem, escorts?" Brent made sure to wrap one hand around the bothersome officer and stare up at him through his eyelashes. "Or do you plan to leave me for some other freak?"

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Location: Cell Block D
June 20th, 2013 8:34AM


Adion gave a look of "fuck the mutant, if you move I will kill you" to the guard. The mutant was obviously new because he should have known how to spot a push-over guard from a mile away. Either way, it was time for Adion to show the new guard how you handle a mutant. "No. We are here because you failed to wake up. Now get your ass down to the cafeteria before I drag it, and this sorry ass guard's, down their myself. Am I to be understood?" Adion said. He had a way of being real gentle and compassionate.

The other guard's hand shot into a salute before he said "Yes sir, Quartermaster!" Adion thought that that guard got more than lucky, he got down right to the ten-thousandth percentile. Either way, if Adion had to take the place of an angered mutant, it would likely make him feel better.


Location: Cell Block D
June 20th, 2013 9:00AM


Adion watched as the push-over guard began searching the lined up prisoners. What amazed Adion is that his superiors had the balls to send a guy for guard duty who had never worked in a prison. What a foolish mistake. Either way, Adion would make sure that this rookie learned the fast way, which was definitely not the easy way. He watched as the guard began searching the mutant that they had to wake up. Adion was not sure what to expect.

Notes:What were you thinking with sending this guy?! He has no relevant experience! Did you have the body bag preplanned for him or what?